Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Authentication

my unfolding story in tomes
cycles and recycles
in trails of scrolls, proofs,
signature, right hand raised,
papers in order, classified,
with no historical gap,
yet, not set in stone

for there exists so much more
you don’t know about me
like the harmonic pulsing
of smooth surfaces,
shadow garments,
my soul wrapped in
various silences,
acts ritual or sacrificial

or the skulls I’ve strung
across my cross-grained landscape

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Prompt: Documentation